Two people entered the disinfection room, washed their hands and disinfected, each of them was in a working state, and they opened their mouths to talk about the patient's situation.

After entering the operating room, the anesthesia had begun, and when the anesthesiologist made an OK, Su Yihuan took a deep breath and officially entered the state.

After opening her chest, revealing her beating heart, she heard Shi Mosheng's voice, which sounded sullen because she was wearing a mask: "Start cardiopulmonary bypass." ”

The intubation was connected to an artificial heart-lung machine, and after the injection of asystole, the heart slowly quieted down.

Once the pericardium is opened, it will be followed by a war of cold weapons, and various tools will penetrate the heart and begin a delicate and long journey.

Su Yihuan concentrated, assisted from the side, and cooperated in every move in a timely manner.

In the operating room, Shi Mosheng is the commander, and between the killing decisions, even a millimeter of error when the knife rises and falls, it will be a matter of life and death.

Those hands, stable beyond the ordinary, that represent calm, professional and reliable.

This is the first time she and Shi Mosheng are in the same operating room, responsible for the same life.

A fire slowly ignited in her heart, burning calmly and silently, but generating endless power.

Time ticked by, and a few hours later, she heard Shi Mosheng say, "Rewarm." ”

This is entering the finishing stage, Shi Mosheng took off his glasses and instructed Su Yihuan: "The surgical incision is sutured, and you can finish the rest." ”

After speaking, he left the hospital bed and walked out of the operating room.

Su Yihuan took over the work, and after the sutures were completed, the aorta was opened, and the person's heart began to beat again.

Su Yihuan breathed a long sigh of relief.

No matter how many surgeries you perform, you can't avoid this sigh.

Only when that heart is revived can this war against death be considered a preliminary victory.

When she walked out of the operating room, Shi Mosheng had already gone to the next operating room, which was a very difficult operation, and she worked with the director of the gastroenterology department.

After the Spring Festival, Shi Mosheng had several more surgeries that could not be pushed off, and he was very busy during this period of time, Su Yihuan almost watched the blue under his eyes getting heavier and heavier, which was a serious lack of rest, she estimated that the dean would have to stand by the operating table for a total of eleven hours today.

Su Yihuan returned to the office, sat down and pinched her sore calf.

The fingertips are pinched up and down with moderate strength, and the muscles gradually relax.

The mobile phone on the table clicked, and it was Su Yumeng who sent a text message.

Today is Su Yumeng's birthday, I made an appointment to celebrate, Su Yihuan replied an OK, put down the phone, lay on the table, and closed his eyes to rest.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, he was the focused figure of Shi Mosheng's operation.

He was still in the operating room.

Su Yihuan looked at his watch, and he was far from being completely finished.

It was already midnight when I came back from KTV in the evening.

The taxi drove past the entrance of the hospital, and Su Yihuan had a thought in his mind, which was not sudden, this thought had been clamoring since he got off work.

She wanted to go back and see him.

The thought overwhelmed her, and by the time she reacted, she was already standing in the dark corridor of the executive floor.

She opened the office door, and it was pitch black.

He's probably gone.

Su Yihuan felt faintly disappointed.

I was about to turn around and leave, but I found that the door to the suite was hidden.

She crept to the door, pushed it open, and saw a man lying on the bed.

Shi Mosheng was lying on the bed with his clothes closed, his shirt unbuttoned twice, and his arms still on his forehead, as if he had just laid down, but his breathing had stopped very evenly, and he was asleep.

Already tired like this? The door was too lazy to lock, and the quilt was not covered.

The air conditioning temperature in the house was 23 degrees, which was a bit chilly for sleeping.

Su Yihuan found the cashmere blanket on the sofa by the moonlight, and tiptoed close to the bed, wanting to cover him. delicacies

But he slept very far inside, Su Yihuan stretched out his arms with a blanket, but he couldn't reach it.

With a sigh, I took off my shoes and climbed into bed.

She crawled lightly on her knees, slowly approaching the sleeping man, and easily covered him with a blanket, but the dent of the mattress finally woke him up.

At the moment when Su Yihuan was about to retreat, Shi Mosheng opened his eyes.

At first, the eyes were confused and unawakened, but with a slight squint, I saw the face of the person who came clearly, and my eyes gradually became focused and contented.

Su Yihuan was stunned for a while, and lay on the side of his head with both hands on the bed.

Shi Mosheng looked at her for a while, his gaze gradually moved downward, and he froze for a moment.

Su Yihuan clearly saw that in the open shirt collar, Shi Mosheng's Adam's apple rolled a little.

She looked down at herself and gasped......

She was wearing a V-neck top, a normal style, but at this moment, Mo Sheng was lying there, and at such an angle, it was easy to see a piece of spring in the neckline.

Su Yihuan almost crawled out of bed, standing barefoot in the middle of the ground, embarrassed and overwhelmed.

As the saying goes, between men and women, one is afraid of lonely men and widows, the second is afraid of black lights and blind fire, and the third is afraid of sudden silence in the air.

This situation and this scene have everything.

After being silent for a long time, when Su Yihuan felt that the air was solidified, he finally saw Shi Mosheng slowly sit up from the bed and said two words, and his voice was unique to when he just woke up: "Turn on the lights." ”

"Oh? …… Oh"

Su Yihuan hurriedly went to find the switch, but before he could take a step, he saw Shi Mosheng's bedside lamp slowly lit up.

He's talking to the lamp.

"Why are you back?" He asked.

Su Yihuan lowered his head and picked his hands: "I'll cover you with a quilt." ”

"No, no, I'm just coming back to see you......"

She was already nervous and couldn't say anything.

Shi Mosheng got up and got out of bed.

In fact, he wanted to go to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water, but he came to Su Yihuan by mistake.

The woman in front of her lowered her head, pursed her lips, and was secretly raising her eyes to look at him, her eyes as black as the night at this moment.

And the night pigment comes sultry......

He raised his hand and put his arm around her waist, holding it slenderly.

"Let's turn off the lights...... he said.

With this sound, the lamp slowly went out again.

Smart bulbs, empathetic.

Su Yihuan was surprised that he wouldn't move, desperately lowering his head and deceiving himself, but he was gently lifted up by him

Facing those deep eyes, she fell into a whirlpool, with nowhere to hide.

"It's better to ......"

His voice, like a falling petal, swirled flutteringly, brushed Su Yihuan's cheeks, and fell on her ears: "Let's fake it." ”

"No ......"

Her answer was sealed in his lips.

The soft lips were covered with a softness, and the last shred of her sanity dissipated into the night.

She heard herself whisper, "Good ......"

During this kiss, Mo Sheng's movements were very light, as if he was afraid of breaking the charming atmosphere, and he gently teased and tasted it.